"She definitely knew." Nanfeng nodded. "The Meng Family paid quite a lot of attention to her. They probably gave her plenty of information."
"Why did Vecna help her contact the Undead?" Old School Striking King genuinely couldn't understand it. "Sure, he became an evil god because of Iggwilv, but... wasn't that because the Witch-Queen wanted to use him to screw over Greyhawk World?
"He lost a hand, a foot, and an eye, all thanks to Iggwilv!
"Vecna doesn't seem like the kind to remember favors and forget grudges.
"How strange. I thought Tyr had come."
Nanfeng restrained the urge to roll his eyes, reminding himself that this was Old School Striking King, his wife's best friend, the formidable woman who could lure his wife away and leave him all alone at home.
It wasn't as though he couldn't live without his wife, but he really didn't want to look after their child by himself.
Especially their little girl.
For the first time, he understood, just a little, those men who wanted sons... once a girl reached the age when she loved playing pretend, her old dad really couldn't handle it.
The main problem was that he couldn't squeeze out the sort of voice and tone his daughter wanted.
He really didn't know how Cunlü switched seamlessly between icy elegance and childlike innocence... Nanfeng looked thoroughly dejected.
He actually enjoyed playing with his little girl. Unfortunately, she was never satisfied with his performance.
If she screamed and made a fuss whenever she was unhappy, Nanfeng wouldn't have felt much about it. He would have disciplined her instead.
But even when his little girl disliked his performance, she merely pursed her lips in aggrieved disappointment, then kept playing with him with a look that said, What can I do? He's my dad...